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And suddenly everything was black and white. From one second to the other. At 3:06 pm Pacific Standard Time for Mieczyslaw Stilinski, called Stiles, the world lost its color. At this time exactly eighteen years ago he was born.
Of course Stiles had been prepared for this moment, just like everyone else had. And still it felt weird not to be able to see color anymore, from one second to the next.
They had learned about it in school and his parents had told their story about a hundred times.
John and Claudia Stilinski had been two of the lucky few that had met their soulmate before they turned eighteen, so they never had to go through the search that lay ahead of their only son now.
Every person lost the ability to see color on their eighteenth birthday on the exact second they were born. It meant the start of a sometimes years-long search for their soulmate, the only person that was able to turn black and white back into color again.
The closer a person got to their soulmate the more color they were able to see and the second they were finally standing in front of each other, they were eventually able to see all the colors of the world around them again.
A few really lucky people, like John and Claudia, met their soulmate before their eighteenth birthday and didn’t have to go through the often exhausting search for their soulmate. But not many were as lucky as Stiles’ parents.
But for now, everything was black and white for Stiles until he was finally standing in front of the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
It was weird to suddenly be without the ability to see color, but Stiles was also excited to find his soulmate. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.
“They are not close if I don’t see any color at all yet, right?” Stiles asked when he was sitting at the dinner table with his parents and his best friend Scott, even though of course he knew the answer. Everyone learned about soulmates in school. Everyone was supposed to be properly prepared for the moment they met the love of their life.
“They are at least not close enough yet.” John told him with a shrug. He knew Stiles was going to have so many questions and that he was excited and he also knew that he had to be really patient with his son.
“But that means that either they are not eighteen yet or…” Stiles stopped and it took a moment before he continued. “Or they never started to look for me.”
“Stiles, you shouldn’t worry about it. You will find them. They are your soulmate.” His dad promised. “Sooner or later life will bring you together. And if they didn’t start looking for you yet, they probably had a really good reason and as soon as you are together you will hear all about it.” He said.
Scott nodded in agreement. “Your dad is right, dude.”
Claudia smiled at Stiles. “As soon as you finished school we are going to start searching with you.”
“Wait, what? I have to finish school first?” Stiles stared at his mother, almost frustrated. “I just want to meet them now.”
“Of course you will have to finish school first, mischief. What a question!” Claudia shook her head which made Stiles groan.
John gave his son a pat on the shoulder. “It’s only a few more month. You can do that, son.” He let out a sigh before turning to Claudia. “I can’t believe our son is eighteen already. Feels like yesterday when he learned how to ride a bike.”
Almost two months passed, in which absolutely nothing happened. Stiles was still only seeing black and white and he still hadn’t finished school. He still had three more months before he was officially done with high school.
It was a Thursday morning and Stiles and Scott were siting next to each other in English class when Stiles suddenly jumped up without a warning. “Green!”
“Mr. Stilinski. This is definitely not the right answer to the question why the three witches are referred to as the weird sisters.” Their teacher told him, slightly annoyed that her class once again was interrupted by Stiles.
Stiles looked around for a moment before mumbling an excuse and sitting back down, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot.
“Dude!” Scott leaned over to his best friend. “What was that?”
“Green.” Stiles repeated. “I can see green, Scotty! The board is green, the grass is green. Look at the trees, Scott! They are so beautifully green.”
Scott looked at Stiles as if he was going crazy before he had to remind himself that Stiles was three months older than he was and already turned eighteen. “That’s great, isn’t it?”
“Yes! That’s more than great! It means that they are coming, Scotty. They are getting closer to me.” Stiles told him excitedly. His soulmate was finally coming for him.
“Stilinski! McCall! If you don’t stop talking now I will see you for detention later.”
“Sorry.” They both mumbled in unison and quickly went back to taking notes.
“I know it’s late, but you got to hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They are bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police.” Stiles told his best friend excitedly when he turned up on his doorstep only a few days later.
Over the last few day Stiles had started to be able to see more and more color again. By now it wasn’t only green, but also red, purple, orange and brown. And even though Stiles was excited to meet his soulmate soon, right now he was a lot more excited about going out into the woods to search for a dead body with Scott.
“For what?” Scott asked.
Stiles grinned at him. “Two joggers found a body in the woods.”
“A dead body?”
“No, a body of water.” Stiles said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “Yes, dumbass! A dead body.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to go into the woods now?” Scott asked, but was already busy putting his shoes on. “I mean after all it’s dark and you are still not able to completely see in color again.”
“Scott, I’m not blind. It’s just the color that is missing. And when it’s dark you don’t see much color anyways.”
“Fine. You are right.” Scott grabbed his jacket and his keys and closed the door behind them. “Let’s go then.”
Scott and Stiles had been walking through the woods for quite a while when they spotted the police search party, that was combing the woods with detector dogs and flashlights.
“Come on!” Stiles whispered to Scott before starting to run.
“Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!” Scott had difficulties running after his best friend. His asthma holding him back. He took a pull from his inhaler before trying to catch up with Stiles.
Stiles turned around to look for Scott and suddenly there was a barking dog right in front of him and a flashlight pointed at his face.
“Hold it right there!” The cop, the flashlight belonged to, shouted.
But luckily Stiles could hear his dad’s voice just a moment later. “Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me.”